Personal Narrative-Mackinac Island

The first time I went to Hunting Island in South Carolina I knew that this was just the kind of vactaion I would always adore. The sun was warm on my face, and bright enough to make me squint. I would have been fine without sunglasses, but the tan-white sand reflected the brilliance into my eyes, so I put them on. It glared on the water, creating sparkling pathways of diamonds. The sky and the ocean were so blue it was hard to tell where the sea ended and the heavens began.

It took us about 4 hours to get to Toronto, Canada. Once we landed we ordered a car and was on our way to Ontario Canada. On the way we played music and played I spy. My dad parked the car at the cabin and we started to get our stuff out of the car. I walked in to see a nice cabin with maple wood and beautiful pictures. I took my stuff up to my room and then ran all the way down to the lake where I was on my knees looking down in the clear clear water. I could even see my reflection. I knew right from the start I was going to have a great time. It was

The fear of falling was overpowering, it made me feel weak and scared. One Saturday my father, stepmother, little sister and I were headed out to our family's Cabin to go tubing behind Russ` speedboat on Lake May.

“All dreams can come true if you have the courage to pursue them.”-Walt Disney My trip to Disney World was really enjoyable, one for the record books. We drove to Florida and spent 5 days there. When we arrived in Orlando, we went to our condo, at World Quest Resorts. After unpacking, I took my brothers to swim at the pool. After swimming my family and I went out to dinner and decided to do some shopping in Downtown Disney. In The Dinosaur Cafe they have a Build-a-Bear. There we made dinosaurs and bought clothes for them. We shopped in lots of stores. We walked around and saw the Lego Sculptures that were all over Downtown Disney. My favorite would have to be the Lego Store or the Candy Store. Finally we went back to the condo and got a good night sleep for our big day tomorrow.

This quiet and quaint town known as Mt. Holly, NJ is where I grew up. Nestled in the outskirts of New Jersey’s capitol, is known for its small town charm and historic roots. Living here was the best years of my life. I grew up in a part of town that once housed the military families from Ft. Dix and McGuire Air Force Base, which is now known as Joint Base. This housing was eventually sold and renamed the Mount Holly Gardens. This was not known to be the ideal place to raise a family. It was known as the “projects” or “ghetto.” The streets were riddled with garbage, people hanging out on the corners, stray cats and dogs wondering about. Our backyard was the alley where you can see piled up junk cars, dimmed street lights and small sewage

My girlfriend works in a clinic in Atlantic City that provides health care and social services to people with no insurance or have limited means of support. There are more places in Atlantic City that provide free health care, food, shelter, addiction and social services than anywhere within a days ride of the city. People drift down here from all over of the state, even outside of New Jersey, for a cot and a meal. After its decline in the 1950s, the city has attracted alcoholics, people with mental health issues, and those just down on their luck. Maybe it was the ocean and faded glamor of the city 's boardwalk and hotels, or the abundance of cheap housing and corner taprooms.

I have lived in Michigan for my whole life.  The state of Michigan itself is a very unique place, but even more unique is the upper peninsula of Michigan.  The UP is barely more than three percent of the population of Michigan.  We 're known as Yoopers, many people think of us as rednecks that sit around and hunt all day.  Though the opening days of hunting season means most of the teachers are gone for hunting, there is a lot more to the UP than hunting.  The UP is known for the outdoors and its people, wherever you go there are people who are friendly and willing to help.  Growing up in a place like the UP sets you up for a great life, full of success which isn 't always associated with some places.  Whoever you are, you can fit into the

It’s June 16, 2016, and I’m in Eagle River. I’m thinking to myself, “Why am I here? I am not in the mood for this. This isn’t what I planned for. I should be walking through the competitor gates, not the gates for the stands and raffles.” I tell myself, ‘a year from now, I will be on the other side of the fence. ' I am an hour early, walking around trying to familiarize myself with some of the people I’ve seen before. I gather information on the rides. Strangely, I buy a raffle ticket, something I’ve never done before. Finally, I sit in the stands. I’m in the front row, there is a photographer crouched against the fence in front of me, and an older man beside me. The announcer, Frank Koloski, begins speaking. There is someone moving around behind

So after our visit to Cedar Lake we set off on our way to the badlands. Now this isn't going to be like the kind of story where i talk about our amazing time their and skip all the driving. This is about the trip their and the many of complications but many of miracles. Our trip to the badlands is one of the most inspirational parts of this entire book. Their are many of places and times when God really reveales himself to us and shows us his great mercy.

“Hop in the car,” my dad said. His outstretched arms guiding my eyes to the open doors. Our 2009 Honda Odyssey was a beige colored behemoth. Comically overstuffed with passengers and cargo, the sporadic rumbling of the V6 engine was disconcerting as we hit the road. “Will we even reach Meredith at all,” I wonder. The drive up to Lake Winnisquam is exciting and uneventful as usual. Through smudged windows, I watch the passing scenery, anticipating all the fun we will have this fourth of July. The switch onto Lower Waldron road was a recognizable turn and a sign of our proximity. We each scoot towards the edge our seats, heads pressed against the glass, eager to be the first to spot our destination. “I see the house,” my sister squeals with excitement.

I moved from Lawrence to Methuen in Massachusetts. It was towards the end of 2nd grade. I was about 7 or 8 years old. My parents bought their first house in Methuen. We lived in a 3 family house before. I was excited and happy. My family and I went to the new house and started to look around. It looked smaller on the outside. But, it was pretty average on the inside. The color of the house was light gray with navy blue stairs. The house had a basement (finished and unfinished); an attic too. My Mom already picked out my bedroom. It was the biggest bedroom in the house; it had blue walls. Blue is my favorite color.

Everyone likes superheroes, right? They all wear awesome costumes and have special powers, but not all superheroes are that obvious. David Newman is in eighth grade and is a living, real superhero. To people who don’t know his story, they see him as a normal boy. David was hit by a car in March 2015 and came back to school in the fall. He inspired our town to do remarkable things and truly brought our town together. Therefore, David doesn’t need to wear a superhero cape because I already know he is a hero.

I couldn’t believe it. Suddenly, it was pouring! I was eleven and I was on a hike in the Zion Canyon Narrows, walking through the Virgin River. The views were spectacular, not a cloud in the sky, and everything was perfect. My dad, Travis, my sister, Annika, my friend, Melissa, and her dad, Trev were with me. Melissa and I were super nervous, because we had never done anything like this before. We came prepared, knowing what to do in case of a flash flood, which we didn’t think would happen at the time.

One day on May 2nd 1920, I Matt winiker went on a boat ride to unmarked territory with my two brothers. The last thing I remember is that on June 1st my boat crashed somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. Now I am stranded on this damp, wet, muddy, island looking for my brothers. All I have now is a machete and a flare gun.

Clouds began to roll into the small town of Springvale around mid-morning, and the rain followed shortly after. It was easy going at first, but quickly became torrential. The brightness of the morning was consumed by the ravenous appetite of the clouds, turning day to night. This kind of weather was not uncommon for the coastal town during the summer months. Many of the citizens of Springvale relished the constant rain. “We haven’t had a drought in twenty six years,” many of the older citizens would proudly proclaim.